I just got back from the farm a couple of days ago. Yippee for home!!! :D :D :D :D :D and I have a video. This is one of my favorite songs. But it's not normally available in my country on youtube. and it's not in the American itunes. (just the Australian one.) so I got this discolored one off of youtube (someone had it)... so here goes!
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Thank you, Jen!
Hi, everyone! *waves* I don't know if any of you read Cake Wrecks, or Epbot. If you do, yay go you! If you don't, I'd strongly suggest looking at them. The author, Jen, is quite hilarious. She's a girly geek/steampunk fanatic. Anyway. Today on Epbot she posted some pictures. What were the pictures? They were some of the color prints from the 1940's that were released for the first time by the Library of Congress. What of? They are of Rural America. So she had the link to the site, and I clicked it. And I love most of these pictures. Below are a few of my favorites.
Apparently this picture ^ is of a bunch of kids, asleep during a square dance. I love it, they're so cute, and my siblings have done similar things during, say, piano recitals. :)
This one ^ intrigued me. It's of a worker at a carbon black plant. It makes me wonder, for example, why he's working there, what his story is. If he's sick. At first I thought he was a coal miner, to be honest...
Rural school children. I love this one because of the... simplicity. It's just a beautiful picture. Look at them- all of them looking at the globe... and the posters. :)
ISN'T THIS PICTURE AMAZING? ^ ??? It's of a fighter plane... in California. I think it's an amazing shot of an airplane in flight, over mountains. *hugs picture*
My first thought when I saw this picture? Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. On the river. Fishing. *hugs picture* This one has got to be my favorite. :)
That picture is of a wielder. I think it's an amazing contrast- the gold yellow sparks, contrasting against the dark. It makes it seem, in my opinion, like they're doing something at night, maybe preparing for an adventure or something. :)
Here's the link to the rest of the photos: http://blogs.denverpost.com/captured/2010/07/26/captured-america-in-color-from-1939-1943/2363/
now off to dinner!
Apparently this picture ^ is of a bunch of kids, asleep during a square dance. I love it, they're so cute, and my siblings have done similar things during, say, piano recitals. :)This one ^ intrigued me. It's of a worker at a carbon black plant. It makes me wonder, for example, why he's working there, what his story is. If he's sick. At first I thought he was a coal miner, to be honest...Rural school children. I love this one because of the... simplicity. It's just a beautiful picture. Look at them- all of them looking at the globe... and the posters. :)
ISN'T THIS PICTURE AMAZING? ^ ??? It's of a fighter plane... in California. I think it's an amazing shot of an airplane in flight, over mountains. *hugs picture*My first thought when I saw this picture? Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. On the river. Fishing. *hugs picture* This one has got to be my favorite. :)That picture is of a wielder. I think it's an amazing contrast- the gold yellow sparks, contrasting against the dark. It makes it seem, in my opinion, like they're doing something at night, maybe preparing for an adventure or something. :)Here's the link to the rest of the photos: http://blogs.denverpost.com/captured/2010/07/26/captured-america-in-color-from-1939-1943/2363/
now off to dinner!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
I've got a lot to say....
...So be warned that this might, just might, be a long post.
We're going to start with a song.
That was composed and played by a friend of mine. Good job. :)
Alright. On to the news. There's quite a lot, like I said before, so go grab that popcorn, a glass of water, a tissue maybe, and be ready.
I don't know how many people read my sister, Veela,'s blog. Those of you who DO, probably have heard about Astro. I, myself, haven't blogged about him. For those of you who DON'T, here's the info.He died.While we were in NY.
I was just sitting there, on the couch, and I turned on my phone. It had been off, because it was almost dead. So I turn it on. And there's around four text messages from my mom. Almost all of them say to call her. I'm curious as to what is going on. So I call her. previously, she had said that Astro was having difficulties. He was having bowel problems, and he was having trouble moving. So I ask, how's Astro. And she sounds all funny. Like she's not crying, but could. "Astro's dead." Of course, I think you can probably imagine my reaction. "What? He's... He's... Astro's dead?" Because it all seems like a joke. Like it isn't really happening. Astro doesn't just... they don't just die. Not while we're on vacation. It's always been this huge long process for me. With Cicily it was a process of a couple of months. Of her slowly losing her will to live. Before she died of cancer. With Bilbo it was around a year and a half. A year and a half of slow torture. For both him, and us. And Astro, it was just... poof. Like when we got him. We just adopted him and brought him home. No deliberating. Just... it was done. That's what this was like. So I brought out the phone, and I told Val. And she... She just cried. And cried and cried. And we all did. And cousins weren't particularly helpful... Okay, Evvi hugged us, and whatshisface said sorry. But then came the questions.
"Why is your dog lost?""They said you lost him.""I hope you find him again." (That one just about broke my heart. Yes. I hope I find him too. I hope I find him too."
So, moral of this story? Astro's dead.
I'm sure you don't know this about my parents: they love life. That's why they got pets. That's why they had us (nice to know that the reason you were born was the same reason your parents got dogs. JK!!) so it wasn't a huge shock when they started talking about getting a new dog, oh, a week after he died. I was still pretty upset, I think understandably. When Bilbo died I was sad- still am sad. And when Astro died, I was just as sad. So I wanted to wait. And then we went to GS camp. And it seemed longer there, then it actually was. So when we went to get a dog, I thought I'd be ready. It had been around three weeks. I was okay. I wasn't utterly thrilled about it- heck, I would probably have waited. But Carmen was lonely. My parents were excited about getting a new dog, as were my siblings. No matter how many times I said to them "I don't think I'm ready", It wouldn't have mattered. We were getting a dog, gosh darn it! And get a dog we did. We went to the same shelter we got Carmen and Astro from. Oh, that place brings back memories. I kept seeing the cage where Astro was, and thinking "oh no. don't cry." (I cried anyway. once on the way there, and once or twice while I was in the shelter). I was very sad.
There were two dogs we were looking at. One was named "Leo" and one was named "Tommy". Leo was a mix (I think), and Tommy was a German Shepherd mix (though we don't know what he's mixed with). My dad has a thing for German shepherds, ever since he had Heidi the wonder dog when he was 4. So, guess who we ended up adopting?!
But it's, I think, better now. So, yes. That was my adventure with dogs, this and last month.
And that up there is Fritz.
But oh wait, that's not all! I said we went to GS camp. So, I haven't posted about that, either, have I. Nope!
Sadly, I have almost no pictures. I didn't bring a camera, and the only pictures we have are of the flag ceremony at the very end of camp. (which, depending on my patience by then, and my frustration with blogger, I may or may not upload. :P you'll just have to wait and see. ☺)
So. Camp. Camp camp camp. What can *I* say about GS camp. Well. There was a lot of singing. We sang after every meal. There were, probably, a total of 10 songs. And we sang around 5 every time we sang.
This led to be a very repetitive, monotonous, and boring. But it is as it is, and I can't change it.
I was in artistic crafter (no, what, I'm a non-artistic crafter?) in Blue Jay. Yes, that's the stereotypical name for camp. Yes, I told my parents that when I found out where I was going to be. But by the end, it didn't seem *as* stereotypical. Oh, sure, it was, but it didn't *seem* to be. In artistic crafter, we, well, made crafts. I made a birdhouse (out of crappy wood with evil nails), a basket (which is, as yet, not finished), a wire tree (which is SO COOL). We made God's eyes (which are beautiful) and we went to see a glass blowing demonstration. Note: this is around the fifteenth time I've seen a glassblowing demonstration. I still love it. It was at this amazing little shop called Starved Rock Hot Glass which is run completely by one woman. It's amazing there! I loved it! :D Absolutely amazing.
Besides the crafty stuff, we also did a couple of nature-y things. We went canoeing (Which caused me to get a blister on my thumb which hasn't quite healed yet). We went creek walking (AMAZING- and totally inspiring for a story idea. XD ). It was quite a lot of fun. I was homesick a lot, and I got quite annoyed.
You want to know why?
okay.
Well, I'll tell you. I get REALLY annoyed by gossip. And by complaining. In my house, if there's something wrong, you DON'T COMPLAIN. You either deal with it, or you find some way to fix it. If you hate your science (totally seemingly unrelated subject) you either deal with it until you get new, or you tell my mom, and try to arrange something different. you do NOT talk behind her back about how horrible she is, how it's lame, or anything. (Well, you can complain about it, but you still try to figure something out. And not talking behind backs.) In my homeschool group, sure there's gossip. There's the regular celebrity gossip (did you hear about Selena Gomez?!) and there's good gossip. By good gossip, I mean things like "Did you hear, Lucien got a 5 on the AP." "Valerie's birthday is coming up, we should get a party for her!" "Shh, don't tell, but Vivian's mom actually loves her sketch of the flower." Things like that. Positive things. Things that don't hurt people. At the GS camp, it was a total opposite. Sure, we didn't get to do all the crafts. You know why? BECAUSE EVERYONE TOOK SO LONG TO GET READY! Val and I are used to getting up. We're used to following people's instructions. So when we were told that we had two minutes to be up and dressed and under the shelter, we hustled. Then there were other people, who DIDN'T. And they were the people who made sure we *didn't* get to do any crafts, and also the people complaining about it. I heard so much complaining. "The counselors are mean." "They're impatient." "This is ARTISTIC CRAFTER, and we haven't done any crafts!" "The counselors are horrible!" "Nora's so mean!" "Alexa keeps saying..." stuff like that. It irritated me. Besides the gossip, there were "best friends". Like, I didn't know WHY they were best friends. they were always gossiping about eachother, always being mean. They always complained about each other, always fighting. they never got along, and they were never talking to each other. There were around two or three sets of the "best frenemies". And it puzzled me.
But back to the gossip.
You ever hear of peer pressure? I'm sure you have. And I'm sure you've heard that it's hard to say no to it. So I, Angela, am proud to say that at GS camp, I didn't give into peer pressure. This is (if not exactly) what a conversation went between us. (Names are made up. except for mine.)
Kate covers the stamp with soap and washes it off under the sink. "Gosh* they are so impatient."
Diana nods. "They should be more patient."
"I know! They're soooo harsh on us."
I sigh and finish drying my stamp. I notice that while I'm practically done with all of them, the girls have only done around one each. "You know that they're probably just all stressed out. They've been here for six weeks."
Kate looks very annoyed. "But they can still be more patient!"
Diana nods. "Yeah. Totally. They're so harsh. Even if they ARE stressed out, they could just work on being more patient, couldn't they? Like, Daisy, she's always snapping at us!"
Kate nods. "And no one even likes Squinss."
I bit my lip. I'm not going to say anything. nothing.
"Girls! We have to go!" Daisy calls over to us from the other side of the area.
"Yeah, coming!" Kate then turns back to slowly drying the stamps, and gossiping. "See? They're so impatient, it's stupid. And we haven't even done any crafts. They should have more crafts for us! We're artistic crafter, after all."
"Yeah, we haven' done, like, any!"
"I agree! this sucks! I signed up to do CRAFTS, not to be ordered around by impatient counselors!"
I love the counselors. Squinss is grouchy, but she can also be very nice, and she's helped us tie up our tent before. Daisy is amazing. Sleeping Beauty is beautiful, and hilarious! Stars... I don't know Stars very well, but I know that she's also funny. I love the crafts. Sure we haven't done a bunch, but you never know why that is.
"Yeah. Our parents paid for us to do crafts." Kate looks quite annoyed as she dries off another stamp. "My mom's like, throwing away her money on this!"
And that's it. I slam down the paper towel (well, if paper towels made a slamming noise when they hit a garbage can.) and take a deep breath of air. "You know what? I hate this."
They all look at me, as if I'm joining in their discussion. Which I'm so NOT.
"I hate this. It's all just gossip. The counselors are just stressed out. You would be grouchy if you were them, too! At my homeschool group, sure we have gossip. But it's good gossip, like 'hey, Lucien got a 5 on the AP! Yay him!' and 'Sabrina's birthday is coming up!' but it's not bad! I hate it when people talk bad about other people! It just makes me so angry."
"then you wouldn't like it at my school," Diana says, grinning at me. How can she be grinning?!
"No." I glare at her. "I wouldn't. I hate it at a lot of places, because of the gossip. It's horrible. I don't care if you want to gossip. Just don't do it around me. I don't want anything to do with that." I pick up the stamps and stomp quickly off to where Daisy is. I want to get there before Diana and Kate.
*She took his name in vain, and, I'm sorry, I don't do that.
Sorry. Just couldn't resist. :) I'm usually a go along girl. I'd usually just sit there. Not join in, but not say anything either. So I'm quite proud about my little outburst there. Surprisingly, I didn't hear one drop of gossip after! :D
So, that's what's been going on in my life. If you want the future, though, I'll tell you that, too. Week after next, I'm leaving for Wisconsin! The farm! *hugs farm* YAY!!! :D I'm kind of traveled out, but you know what? Going up to the farm isn't even like travel. I have my own room up there. It's all light purple and calming. I have my own bathroom. granted, my door doesn't exactly close correctly (or it might.. they fixed the house... I forget if it does or not, but it used to not.) but it's still my room. I have a dresser, my own bed, my lamp, my books, two windows, it's my own little room. I've been going to the farm since I was around... 4? So it's pretty much my second home. I will make sure to take a ton of pictures (going to be up there for 2 weeks) and post em! I'm also going to be critiquing around FOUR books. O.O one of them is written by the composer and piano player in the movie up there. IT'S SO LONG! But, yeah. four books. better finish typing up the critique for The Ruby Treasure and the Revelations of Cara Robina, empty out some binders, (a huge one for Aladdin's, lol), and get printing. O.O
on the subject of books, I'm going to be editing my book the second time, in a couple of weeks. I've gotten a bunch of fantabulous critiques from some friends (KBarkman and Isaac, I don't even think you're reading this, but if you are, THANK YOU A KAZILLION! XD ) and I'm going to revise my book again. When it's done, then I'm sending it to an editor I know. Then letting some other friends critique it, and then editing, and then, when I'm finally satisfied, I'm putting it to the huge test... O.o
If you guessed getting it published, you are wrong.
I'm going to let Veela read it. AHHHH!!!
And if *she* likes it, *then* I'm going to try to find some publishers. :D
Oh, and about the giant Veela test? I utterly trust my sister. If she says she doesn't think I'll like a book, I'm probably not going to. I've had people question this. They've recommended a book to me, and I said "Look, Valerie said she doesn't think I'll like it. I trust her judgment." And they were like "But... you trust your... *sister*?"
Answer:
YES I TRUST MY SISTER! WHAT PLANET ARE YOU FROM? WHY WOULDN'T I TRUST MY SISTER? SHE'S ONE OF MY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY BEST FRIENDS. I'M NOT JUST GOING TO DISREGARD HER AND HER ADVICE BECAUSE SHE'S RELATED TO ME!
:D
We're going to start with a song.
That was composed and played by a friend of mine. Good job. :)
Alright. On to the news. There's quite a lot, like I said before, so go grab that popcorn, a glass of water, a tissue maybe, and be ready.
I don't know how many people read my sister, Veela,'s blog. Those of you who DO, probably have heard about Astro. I, myself, haven't blogged about him. For those of you who DON'T, here's the info.He died.While we were in NY.
I was just sitting there, on the couch, and I turned on my phone. It had been off, because it was almost dead. So I turn it on. And there's around four text messages from my mom. Almost all of them say to call her. I'm curious as to what is going on. So I call her. previously, she had said that Astro was having difficulties. He was having bowel problems, and he was having trouble moving. So I ask, how's Astro. And she sounds all funny. Like she's not crying, but could. "Astro's dead." Of course, I think you can probably imagine my reaction. "What? He's... He's... Astro's dead?" Because it all seems like a joke. Like it isn't really happening. Astro doesn't just... they don't just die. Not while we're on vacation. It's always been this huge long process for me. With Cicily it was a process of a couple of months. Of her slowly losing her will to live. Before she died of cancer. With Bilbo it was around a year and a half. A year and a half of slow torture. For both him, and us. And Astro, it was just... poof. Like when we got him. We just adopted him and brought him home. No deliberating. Just... it was done. That's what this was like. So I brought out the phone, and I told Val. And she... She just cried. And cried and cried. And we all did. And cousins weren't particularly helpful... Okay, Evvi hugged us, and whatshisface said sorry. But then came the questions.
"Why is your dog lost?""They said you lost him.""I hope you find him again." (That one just about broke my heart. Yes. I hope I find him too. I hope I find him too."
So, moral of this story? Astro's dead.
I'm sure you don't know this about my parents: they love life. That's why they got pets. That's why they had us (nice to know that the reason you were born was the same reason your parents got dogs. JK!!) so it wasn't a huge shock when they started talking about getting a new dog, oh, a week after he died. I was still pretty upset, I think understandably. When Bilbo died I was sad- still am sad. And when Astro died, I was just as sad. So I wanted to wait. And then we went to GS camp. And it seemed longer there, then it actually was. So when we went to get a dog, I thought I'd be ready. It had been around three weeks. I was okay. I wasn't utterly thrilled about it- heck, I would probably have waited. But Carmen was lonely. My parents were excited about getting a new dog, as were my siblings. No matter how many times I said to them "I don't think I'm ready", It wouldn't have mattered. We were getting a dog, gosh darn it! And get a dog we did. We went to the same shelter we got Carmen and Astro from. Oh, that place brings back memories. I kept seeing the cage where Astro was, and thinking "oh no. don't cry." (I cried anyway. once on the way there, and once or twice while I was in the shelter). I was very sad.
There were two dogs we were looking at. One was named "Leo" and one was named "Tommy". Leo was a mix (I think), and Tommy was a German Shepherd mix (though we don't know what he's mixed with). My dad has a thing for German shepherds, ever since he had Heidi the wonder dog when he was 4. So, guess who we ended up adopting?!
If you guessed Leo, you're WRONG. :P So we have a very tall, very thin, very long, German Shepherd named Fritz. (I came up with the name. And then I somehow managed to convince everyone else. :P ) He's a sweetie. But I miss Astro. 
That up there is Astro.
That up there is Astro.
But it's, I think, better now. So, yes. That was my adventure with dogs, this and last month.
And that up there is Fritz.
But oh wait, that's not all! I said we went to GS camp. So, I haven't posted about that, either, have I. Nope!
Sadly, I have almost no pictures. I didn't bring a camera, and the only pictures we have are of the flag ceremony at the very end of camp. (which, depending on my patience by then, and my frustration with blogger, I may or may not upload. :P you'll just have to wait and see. ☺)
So. Camp. Camp camp camp. What can *I* say about GS camp. Well. There was a lot of singing. We sang after every meal. There were, probably, a total of 10 songs. And we sang around 5 every time we sang.
This led to be a very repetitive, monotonous, and boring. But it is as it is, and I can't change it.
I was in artistic crafter (no, what, I'm a non-artistic crafter?) in Blue Jay. Yes, that's the stereotypical name for camp. Yes, I told my parents that when I found out where I was going to be. But by the end, it didn't seem *as* stereotypical. Oh, sure, it was, but it didn't *seem* to be. In artistic crafter, we, well, made crafts. I made a birdhouse (out of crappy wood with evil nails), a basket (which is, as yet, not finished), a wire tree (which is SO COOL). We made God's eyes (which are beautiful) and we went to see a glass blowing demonstration. Note: this is around the fifteenth time I've seen a glassblowing demonstration. I still love it. It was at this amazing little shop called Starved Rock Hot Glass which is run completely by one woman. It's amazing there! I loved it! :D Absolutely amazing.
Besides the crafty stuff, we also did a couple of nature-y things. We went canoeing (Which caused me to get a blister on my thumb which hasn't quite healed yet). We went creek walking (AMAZING- and totally inspiring for a story idea. XD ). It was quite a lot of fun. I was homesick a lot, and I got quite annoyed.
You want to know why?
okay.
Well, I'll tell you. I get REALLY annoyed by gossip. And by complaining. In my house, if there's something wrong, you DON'T COMPLAIN. You either deal with it, or you find some way to fix it. If you hate your science (totally seemingly unrelated subject) you either deal with it until you get new, or you tell my mom, and try to arrange something different. you do NOT talk behind her back about how horrible she is, how it's lame, or anything. (Well, you can complain about it, but you still try to figure something out. And not talking behind backs.) In my homeschool group, sure there's gossip. There's the regular celebrity gossip (did you hear about Selena Gomez?!) and there's good gossip. By good gossip, I mean things like "Did you hear, Lucien got a 5 on the AP." "Valerie's birthday is coming up, we should get a party for her!" "Shh, don't tell, but Vivian's mom actually loves her sketch of the flower." Things like that. Positive things. Things that don't hurt people. At the GS camp, it was a total opposite. Sure, we didn't get to do all the crafts. You know why? BECAUSE EVERYONE TOOK SO LONG TO GET READY! Val and I are used to getting up. We're used to following people's instructions. So when we were told that we had two minutes to be up and dressed and under the shelter, we hustled. Then there were other people, who DIDN'T. And they were the people who made sure we *didn't* get to do any crafts, and also the people complaining about it. I heard so much complaining. "The counselors are mean." "They're impatient." "This is ARTISTIC CRAFTER, and we haven't done any crafts!" "The counselors are horrible!" "Nora's so mean!" "Alexa keeps saying..." stuff like that. It irritated me. Besides the gossip, there were "best friends". Like, I didn't know WHY they were best friends. they were always gossiping about eachother, always being mean. They always complained about each other, always fighting. they never got along, and they were never talking to each other. There were around two or three sets of the "best frenemies". And it puzzled me.
But back to the gossip.
You ever hear of peer pressure? I'm sure you have. And I'm sure you've heard that it's hard to say no to it. So I, Angela, am proud to say that at GS camp, I didn't give into peer pressure. This is (if not exactly) what a conversation went between us. (Names are made up. except for mine.)
Kate covers the stamp with soap and washes it off under the sink. "Gosh* they are so impatient."
Diana nods. "They should be more patient."
"I know! They're soooo harsh on us."
I sigh and finish drying my stamp. I notice that while I'm practically done with all of them, the girls have only done around one each. "You know that they're probably just all stressed out. They've been here for six weeks."
Kate looks very annoyed. "But they can still be more patient!"
Diana nods. "Yeah. Totally. They're so harsh. Even if they ARE stressed out, they could just work on being more patient, couldn't they? Like, Daisy, she's always snapping at us!"
Kate nods. "And no one even likes Squinss."
I bit my lip. I'm not going to say anything. nothing.
"Girls! We have to go!" Daisy calls over to us from the other side of the area.
"Yeah, coming!" Kate then turns back to slowly drying the stamps, and gossiping. "See? They're so impatient, it's stupid. And we haven't even done any crafts. They should have more crafts for us! We're artistic crafter, after all."
"Yeah, we haven' done, like, any!"
"I agree! this sucks! I signed up to do CRAFTS, not to be ordered around by impatient counselors!"
I love the counselors. Squinss is grouchy, but she can also be very nice, and she's helped us tie up our tent before. Daisy is amazing. Sleeping Beauty is beautiful, and hilarious! Stars... I don't know Stars very well, but I know that she's also funny. I love the crafts. Sure we haven't done a bunch, but you never know why that is.
"Yeah. Our parents paid for us to do crafts." Kate looks quite annoyed as she dries off another stamp. "My mom's like, throwing away her money on this!"
And that's it. I slam down the paper towel (well, if paper towels made a slamming noise when they hit a garbage can.) and take a deep breath of air. "You know what? I hate this."
They all look at me, as if I'm joining in their discussion. Which I'm so NOT.
"I hate this. It's all just gossip. The counselors are just stressed out. You would be grouchy if you were them, too! At my homeschool group, sure we have gossip. But it's good gossip, like 'hey, Lucien got a 5 on the AP! Yay him!' and 'Sabrina's birthday is coming up!' but it's not bad! I hate it when people talk bad about other people! It just makes me so angry."
"then you wouldn't like it at my school," Diana says, grinning at me. How can she be grinning?!
"No." I glare at her. "I wouldn't. I hate it at a lot of places, because of the gossip. It's horrible. I don't care if you want to gossip. Just don't do it around me. I don't want anything to do with that." I pick up the stamps and stomp quickly off to where Daisy is. I want to get there before Diana and Kate.
*She took his name in vain, and, I'm sorry, I don't do that.
Sorry. Just couldn't resist. :) I'm usually a go along girl. I'd usually just sit there. Not join in, but not say anything either. So I'm quite proud about my little outburst there. Surprisingly, I didn't hear one drop of gossip after! :D
So, that's what's been going on in my life. If you want the future, though, I'll tell you that, too. Week after next, I'm leaving for Wisconsin! The farm! *hugs farm* YAY!!! :D I'm kind of traveled out, but you know what? Going up to the farm isn't even like travel. I have my own room up there. It's all light purple and calming. I have my own bathroom. granted, my door doesn't exactly close correctly (or it might.. they fixed the house... I forget if it does or not, but it used to not.) but it's still my room. I have a dresser, my own bed, my lamp, my books, two windows, it's my own little room. I've been going to the farm since I was around... 4? So it's pretty much my second home. I will make sure to take a ton of pictures (going to be up there for 2 weeks) and post em! I'm also going to be critiquing around FOUR books. O.O one of them is written by the composer and piano player in the movie up there. IT'S SO LONG! But, yeah. four books. better finish typing up the critique for The Ruby Treasure and the Revelations of Cara Robina, empty out some binders, (a huge one for Aladdin's, lol), and get printing. O.O
on the subject of books, I'm going to be editing my book the second time, in a couple of weeks. I've gotten a bunch of fantabulous critiques from some friends (KBarkman and Isaac, I don't even think you're reading this, but if you are, THANK YOU A KAZILLION! XD ) and I'm going to revise my book again. When it's done, then I'm sending it to an editor I know. Then letting some other friends critique it, and then editing, and then, when I'm finally satisfied, I'm putting it to the huge test... O.o
If you guessed getting it published, you are wrong.
I'm going to let Veela read it. AHHHH!!!
And if *she* likes it, *then* I'm going to try to find some publishers. :D
Oh, and about the giant Veela test? I utterly trust my sister. If she says she doesn't think I'll like a book, I'm probably not going to. I've had people question this. They've recommended a book to me, and I said "Look, Valerie said she doesn't think I'll like it. I trust her judgment." And they were like "But... you trust your... *sister*?"
Answer:
YES I TRUST MY SISTER! WHAT PLANET ARE YOU FROM? WHY WOULDN'T I TRUST MY SISTER? SHE'S ONE OF MY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY BEST FRIENDS. I'M NOT JUST GOING TO DISREGARD HER AND HER ADVICE BECAUSE SHE'S RELATED TO ME!
:D
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
New York (Aka- the post of doom)
I'm sure this is the post you've all been waiting for. The post of doom. The post with... lets see here... 34 photos and a movie. Actually, 34 is down from the total of 170 I took while I was in New York, Pennsylvania, Ohio, and Indiana. :) Alright, here is the so far, story, accompanied by photos, and my probably not very interesting commentary. In my own story. Yeah. that makes a lot of sense...
Anyway. My grandparents came on the 8th, and slept over. Then, on the 9th (which also happens to be my father's birthday... Happy Late Birthday, Dad!) we left. We left at the crack of dawn. Aka, at 7. Yes, we left at 7. Yes, that is when we were aiming for. No, I don't see why that was called "The crack of dawn." Because it's not. The crack of dawn is, I dunno... five or so. Anyway, it didn't matter when we LEFT, Valerie and I were awakened bright and early at 4:30 AM by the sound of Paramore's song "That's What You Get" blasting from my phone.
Ouch.
That wasn't fun.
Then we left.
It's interesting being in the car with my grandparents. They do swear quite a bit (though it's not their fault of course), but since Valerie and I know practically every swear word (but of course don't use them. duh), and know not to use them, it really wasn't that big of a deal. We got through Indiana without much happening- it's really just like Illinois, only... well, it really is just like Illinois. :P Then we got to Ohio.
This is Cleveland, Ohio. I'm pretty sure this is the city my mom said she'd demolish with a nuclear bomb if she had the power, and wanted to, destroy a city with one. She says it's because there's practically nothing there.
They had some really cool, buildings, though. Very old ones. Where I live, we don't really have very many old buildings. This made this trip VERY interesting, because it seems like every building in New York has a little plaque that says something about how this house or building was built in 1700 something (or 1800 something) and all about it. And they are all SO OLD. Anyway, moving on.
We got through Ohio (Friendly in the middle and round on either side) without accident. Then we got to Pennsylvania. Most of that ride wasn't super interesting, either. That is, before we got to Erie. (Say it like the adjective, eerie. Then say "Eerie Pennsylvania." cool, right?). That's when things got interesting.
You see, by then it was getting late-ish. And we were very tired, and New York was still about four HOURS away (uhgggghhhh) SO we decided to stay in Erie for the night. On our way to find a suitable hotel, we passed a number of odd signs.
The first one was a sign that said "CAR WASH" and had a picture of a lipstick kiss. *scratches head* ummmm... could someone explain... how do these two... go together? I actually took a picture, to post, so it could baffle YOUR minds as well, but I deleted it to make room for the other pictures (which it ended up that I didn't actually have to, but whatever. What's done is done.) the second cool/weird sign (kinda) was this guy:
WHOA! I saw SPIDERMAN! O.O Granted, he was moving SO FAST I couldn't get a good picture but...
I'm not really fooling you, am I. Of course not. My readers are too smart for that. *cough* no, this was next to a comic book store. I'm sorry about the blurry picture, but when we stopped, it was too bad of a place to take one, so I had to snap a shot of Spiderman while we were driving. Which really isn't opportune.
And he was HUGE! He was soooo tall! If you can see that creamish building next to him, that was the comic book store, which was about average height. You see? Random giant spiderman!
And by then Valerie and I were getting a tad bored. I don't have a "normal" picture of ME, but I'm sure you know what I look like by now. (if not, go and look at my profile.) Here's Valerie:
And here is what we did when we were bored:
Those are M'nMs. :D my grandma had a bag of them, and there were only about fifteen left. So we started doing... that. Yeah. We're weirdos. We confess. Feel free to call us weirdos, we'll say either "Yeah, I know you are, but what am I?" or "Thank you! You're so nice!" (this is sarcasm, but we say it in a sweet, thankful voice, like we really mean it, lol.)
On the road again!
Okay. you're probably wondering why the heck I have this random picture of a building with fences. Ready?
THIS IS A PRISON.
A big prison. With probably electric fences. We saw barbed wire. Giant security things. This isn't like the jails by my house. This was for the bad BAD people. A little ways before this prison, there was a sign that said "The (insert jail name here (I forgot it)) Institute. DO NOT PICK UP HITCHHIKERS!" o.O I was scared... yeah... one of those creepy sort of not real horror stories. What if there had been a killer? What if someone picked them up?! WHAT IF THAT PERSON DIED?!
now you know what goes through my head.
Okay, that day we got to New York. Yay!!! FINALLY! We went to my great aunt Martha and my great uncle Harvey's house. It was a very nice house. With very COLD air conditioning. (You see that blue shirt I have on in the goofy pictures? I ended up wearing that all the time because it was so cold because of the AC.) The next day (I think...) my sister went fishing with my uncle John, uncle Harvey, and my grandpa. (Those three are brothers, and look virtually the same, and sound THE SAME.. only John is quieter, grandpa is loud and has a WI accent, and Harvey... just sounds a bit different?) and I went with my grandma, aunt Martha, and Aunt Sue to a dog show. :) These are all pictures from it... (with the exception of an occasional commentary, I think they speak for themselves.)
Mop dog! Their hair naturally grows like that. Even if you washed it all the time, it would still grow into dreadlocks.
:) Beagle- STUPID DOGS.
I called this type a centipede dog.
In... a couple of days we went up to Keuka lake, where my aunt and uncle have a cabin on the lake. It was a beautiful lake, but the sneaky thing about it... ZEBRA MUSSELS. All over. We had to wear water shoes (ugh) or else our feet would get all shredded. My first time in it, I cut open my finger. It bled for a LONG time. Also that day, I cut open my thumb on a cheese knife. *winces* ouch.
That day we also met our second cousins. More about them later.
This is the lake, from the boat:
Pretty. :) And it really was all grey (I can spell grey with an e if I want to, spellcheck!)
This is my cousin... I don't know how to spell his name. :P Anyway, this is one of my 2nd cousins. He's 4 1/2:
And this is the other second cousin, with my sister. She's 3. not my sister. She's almost 11. The cousin. The cousin is 3. :
Some things about my cousins.
They couldn't get my name.
Alright, so I had Evvie (the blond girl) call me Angela ONCE. Other then that, Valerie and I were "Cousins!" And I think from lack of attention at home, we had to do everything with them. It was cousins this, cousins that. "I want cousins to sit next to me!" "COUSINS!" We took to hiding in the basement. Not that they weren't cute, or anything, just... well, they weren't very polite, and they were quite self centered.
Not their fault. Just irritating.
Moving on:
The day after we met "Cousins", we went to the Corning glass museum. IT WAS AMAZING. I loved it. Loved loved loved loved loved loved LOVED IT. I didn't get to see as much glass as I would have liked to. We took a short tour, saw a glass blowing demonstration (where the poor glass blower accidentally broke the glass. :( poor him. He looked sooooooooo embarrassed.) and then left.
But what I DID see, was amazing.
There was another one of these cute teapots, but it doesn't show that it showed up. :P Oh well. They were made by taking tiles of glass, laying them on a flat surface, then melting them slightly, then shoving them together, then draping the finished peace of glass over a mold. Then adding the metal bits. ISN'T IT CUTE??!!! I loved these things. :) They were amazing.
Ho hum, glass fruit. But what you don't see is that this art was HUGE. These fruit pieces were probably as large as my 2 year old sister, if not larger. PER PIECE. It was huge. Huge.
Okay, in this one you can see a little. You see that person on the side? She wasn't super tall, but wasn't incredibly short, either. And the thing is way taller then her. It was sooooooo sparkly. I think it was lead glass, and it was so glittery. And it didn't even have the candles in it. Can you imagine? O.o it would have glittered and glittered and sparkled, and light would have gone everywhere.
This was another chandelier, another big one. This one was also lead glass I think, and it was made mostly for people in India. Because it was so colorful, it wasn't really the fashion in England and America, and probably wouldn't have been bought.
These two (the ship thing and the table) are actually different pieces. They probably weren't displayed that way, and there is no purpose to the boat thing. Nothing. It's just pretty. Actually, if I remember what the tour guide said correctly, a maharaja bought one and brought it back to India.
CINDERELLA'S GLASS SLIPPERS!!!! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! Everyone loved these. Even the teen boys. Even the grown up guys. Even all the girls. EVERYONE. They were maid for an actress who was going to play Cinderella. Thankfully for her, the movie never happened. So she never had to step down, to have a shoe break and glass splinters shoot up into her foot and go lame for most of her life. But they were amazing never the less. Just beautiful.
Actually, the tale of Cinderella is French, and the French word for "Glass" and "Fur" was about the same, and there is actually a debate about whether or not the guy who wrote it down (his mother told him the story) meant the shoes to be fur, or glass. Interesting fun fact..
I caught a picture of this dude on the way out of the display of Cinderella's shoes. I was like... OH MY GOSH! HOW FUNNY! And took a picture. :) I love his surprised face, and the way they used just green, and green, and made it still look interesting. :) I didn't get to look at this one, it was a "hurry up Angela!" "One picture! *snap*" moment.
Another one of those moments...
We were actually on our way to go and see the glass blowing when I found this GIANT BALL OF GLASS. And it was hollow. Those glass bits were just hair thin threads all formed and molded to make it look so beautiful. Just amazing. And it was huge, too.
These I thought were just interesting. I love the colors of the hands... and the fact... that they're hands. interesting sculpture, and these were next to the giant glass ball. Those two were also on the quick photos, so I know nothing about them. :'( The part of me that loves info is crying!
These were actually for sale, but I thought that they were so pretty that I had to take a picture. So I did. :)
This is Valerie on the boat, on the Erie Canal. I do have info about the Erie Canal. (YES!) So be warned, this might go on quite a bit. (My great... great great? grandpa came on one. Or maybe it was my uncle. And maybe it was just my great great... I forget. :P )
The Erie canal runs for approximately 363 miles. It runs from Albany, on the Hudson, to Buffalo on Lake Erie. In case you don't know, Albany is the capital of New York, and Erie is in Pennsylvania. That's a long ways. It's about 8-10 feet deep, and... I don't know how wide. But the impressive thing is that the entire canal was dug by hand. It was an easy way for Immigrants to get work. And fast. It was hard labor, and many MANY people died, but they did it. They dug a 363 mile, working canal. There are tow paths on either side of the canal. They used to be used for mules (a cross between a donkey and horse- if it's a girl it's called a jenny. (another fun fact: A jenny can't have foals.)) to pull the barges up the river. Because there is virtually no current, this used to be a necessity. Now days the tow paths are paved over and are biking/walking/jogging paths. (But that's why it's called a "tow path".) The canal isn't really used for commercial use anymore, according to my uncle Harvey. It's mostly recreational.
I had another photo, but it disappeared. And blogger made this underlined. Why is this underlined? Blogger doesn't let me do underlines. What is up with this?
This is me (on the left, duh) back at the lake. They have these amazing water cannons, and it was the great joy of all involved to shoot at everyone who wore a swimsuit. This is my grandpa and I having a fight. Val took these pictures, so lets all give her a hand for her epic photographical (I know it's not a word, but whatever) skills. *claps*
Then we headed back, after many MANY days of in New York. We ended up going through (sorta) Chicago on our way back. This was one of the bridges on the sky way, up there ^. It was quite dramatic- dark bridge, it was darkish out (though you can't see it) with A LOT of lights. :)
Skyline of Chicago.. if you look on the far left you can see the sears- cross that, the Willis tower. (Bleh. What kind of name is "Willis tower"? I know it won't matter in a couple of years, and everyone will forget it's the "Sears" tower, but I can be indignant while I want to, can't I? After all, it IS the widest known thing in Illinois!)
And then we got home! And a couple days (three, to be exact) later, I posted this! Yay! *claps hands for self*
Shout out to my friend! You know who you are, because I have posted that video down there. Bouncy. Sort of countryish. but happy. :)
now, did you enjoy the post of doom?
Anyway. My grandparents came on the 8th, and slept over. Then, on the 9th (which also happens to be my father's birthday... Happy Late Birthday, Dad!) we left. We left at the crack of dawn. Aka, at 7. Yes, we left at 7. Yes, that is when we were aiming for. No, I don't see why that was called "The crack of dawn." Because it's not. The crack of dawn is, I dunno... five or so. Anyway, it didn't matter when we LEFT, Valerie and I were awakened bright and early at 4:30 AM by the sound of Paramore's song "That's What You Get" blasting from my phone.
Ouch.
That wasn't fun.
Then we left.
It's interesting being in the car with my grandparents. They do swear quite a bit (though it's not their fault of course), but since Valerie and I know practically every swear word (but of course don't use them. duh), and know not to use them, it really wasn't that big of a deal. We got through Indiana without much happening- it's really just like Illinois, only... well, it really is just like Illinois. :P Then we got to Ohio.
This is Cleveland, Ohio. I'm pretty sure this is the city my mom said she'd demolish with a nuclear bomb if she had the power, and wanted to, destroy a city with one. She says it's because there's practically nothing there.
They had some really cool, buildings, though. Very old ones. Where I live, we don't really have very many old buildings. This made this trip VERY interesting, because it seems like every building in New York has a little plaque that says something about how this house or building was built in 1700 something (or 1800 something) and all about it. And they are all SO OLD. Anyway, moving on.We got through Ohio (Friendly in the middle and round on either side) without accident. Then we got to Pennsylvania. Most of that ride wasn't super interesting, either. That is, before we got to Erie. (Say it like the adjective, eerie. Then say "Eerie Pennsylvania." cool, right?). That's when things got interesting.
You see, by then it was getting late-ish. And we were very tired, and New York was still about four HOURS away (uhgggghhhh) SO we decided to stay in Erie for the night. On our way to find a suitable hotel, we passed a number of odd signs.
The first one was a sign that said "CAR WASH" and had a picture of a lipstick kiss. *scratches head* ummmm... could someone explain... how do these two... go together? I actually took a picture, to post, so it could baffle YOUR minds as well, but I deleted it to make room for the other pictures (which it ended up that I didn't actually have to, but whatever. What's done is done.) the second cool/weird sign (kinda) was this guy:
WHOA! I saw SPIDERMAN! O.O Granted, he was moving SO FAST I couldn't get a good picture but...I'm not really fooling you, am I. Of course not. My readers are too smart for that. *cough* no, this was next to a comic book store. I'm sorry about the blurry picture, but when we stopped, it was too bad of a place to take one, so I had to snap a shot of Spiderman while we were driving. Which really isn't opportune.
And he was HUGE! He was soooo tall! If you can see that creamish building next to him, that was the comic book store, which was about average height. You see? Random giant spiderman!
And by then Valerie and I were getting a tad bored. I don't have a "normal" picture of ME, but I'm sure you know what I look like by now. (if not, go and look at my profile.) Here's Valerie:
And here is what we did when we were bored:
Those are M'nMs. :D my grandma had a bag of them, and there were only about fifteen left. So we started doing... that. Yeah. We're weirdos. We confess. Feel free to call us weirdos, we'll say either "Yeah, I know you are, but what am I?" or "Thank you! You're so nice!" (this is sarcasm, but we say it in a sweet, thankful voice, like we really mean it, lol.)On the road again!
Okay. you're probably wondering why the heck I have this random picture of a building with fences. Ready?THIS IS A PRISON.
A big prison. With probably electric fences. We saw barbed wire. Giant security things. This isn't like the jails by my house. This was for the bad BAD people. A little ways before this prison, there was a sign that said "The (insert jail name here (I forgot it)) Institute. DO NOT PICK UP HITCHHIKERS!" o.O I was scared... yeah... one of those creepy sort of not real horror stories. What if there had been a killer? What if someone picked them up?! WHAT IF THAT PERSON DIED?!
now you know what goes through my head.
Okay, that day we got to New York. Yay!!! FINALLY! We went to my great aunt Martha and my great uncle Harvey's house. It was a very nice house. With very COLD air conditioning. (You see that blue shirt I have on in the goofy pictures? I ended up wearing that all the time because it was so cold because of the AC.) The next day (I think...) my sister went fishing with my uncle John, uncle Harvey, and my grandpa. (Those three are brothers, and look virtually the same, and sound THE SAME.. only John is quieter, grandpa is loud and has a WI accent, and Harvey... just sounds a bit different?) and I went with my grandma, aunt Martha, and Aunt Sue to a dog show. :) These are all pictures from it... (with the exception of an occasional commentary, I think they speak for themselves.)
Mop dog! Their hair naturally grows like that. Even if you washed it all the time, it would still grow into dreadlocks.
:) Beagle- STUPID DOGS.
I called this type a centipede dog.In... a couple of days we went up to Keuka lake, where my aunt and uncle have a cabin on the lake. It was a beautiful lake, but the sneaky thing about it... ZEBRA MUSSELS. All over. We had to wear water shoes (ugh) or else our feet would get all shredded. My first time in it, I cut open my finger. It bled for a LONG time. Also that day, I cut open my thumb on a cheese knife. *winces* ouch.
That day we also met our second cousins. More about them later.
This is the lake, from the boat:
Pretty. :) And it really was all grey (I can spell grey with an e if I want to, spellcheck!)This is my cousin... I don't know how to spell his name. :P Anyway, this is one of my 2nd cousins. He's 4 1/2:
And this is the other second cousin, with my sister. She's 3. not my sister. She's almost 11. The cousin. The cousin is 3. :
Some things about my cousins.They couldn't get my name.
Alright, so I had Evvie (the blond girl) call me Angela ONCE. Other then that, Valerie and I were "Cousins!" And I think from lack of attention at home, we had to do everything with them. It was cousins this, cousins that. "I want cousins to sit next to me!" "COUSINS!" We took to hiding in the basement. Not that they weren't cute, or anything, just... well, they weren't very polite, and they were quite self centered.
Not their fault. Just irritating.
Moving on:
The day after we met "Cousins", we went to the Corning glass museum. IT WAS AMAZING. I loved it. Loved loved loved loved loved loved LOVED IT. I didn't get to see as much glass as I would have liked to. We took a short tour, saw a glass blowing demonstration (where the poor glass blower accidentally broke the glass. :( poor him. He looked sooooooooo embarrassed.) and then left.
But what I DID see, was amazing.
There was another one of these cute teapots, but it doesn't show that it showed up. :P Oh well. They were made by taking tiles of glass, laying them on a flat surface, then melting them slightly, then shoving them together, then draping the finished peace of glass over a mold. Then adding the metal bits. ISN'T IT CUTE??!!! I loved these things. :) They were amazing.
Ho hum, glass fruit. But what you don't see is that this art was HUGE. These fruit pieces were probably as large as my 2 year old sister, if not larger. PER PIECE. It was huge. Huge.
Okay, in this one you can see a little. You see that person on the side? She wasn't super tall, but wasn't incredibly short, either. And the thing is way taller then her. It was sooooooo sparkly. I think it was lead glass, and it was so glittery. And it didn't even have the candles in it. Can you imagine? O.o it would have glittered and glittered and sparkled, and light would have gone everywhere.
This was another chandelier, another big one. This one was also lead glass I think, and it was made mostly for people in India. Because it was so colorful, it wasn't really the fashion in England and America, and probably wouldn't have been bought.
These two (the ship thing and the table) are actually different pieces. They probably weren't displayed that way, and there is no purpose to the boat thing. Nothing. It's just pretty. Actually, if I remember what the tour guide said correctly, a maharaja bought one and brought it back to India.
CINDERELLA'S GLASS SLIPPERS!!!! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! Everyone loved these. Even the teen boys. Even the grown up guys. Even all the girls. EVERYONE. They were maid for an actress who was going to play Cinderella. Thankfully for her, the movie never happened. So she never had to step down, to have a shoe break and glass splinters shoot up into her foot and go lame for most of her life. But they were amazing never the less. Just beautiful.Actually, the tale of Cinderella is French, and the French word for "Glass" and "Fur" was about the same, and there is actually a debate about whether or not the guy who wrote it down (his mother told him the story) meant the shoes to be fur, or glass. Interesting fun fact..
I caught a picture of this dude on the way out of the display of Cinderella's shoes. I was like... OH MY GOSH! HOW FUNNY! And took a picture. :) I love his surprised face, and the way they used just green, and green, and made it still look interesting. :) I didn't get to look at this one, it was a "hurry up Angela!" "One picture! *snap*" moment.
Another one of those moments...
We were actually on our way to go and see the glass blowing when I found this GIANT BALL OF GLASS. And it was hollow. Those glass bits were just hair thin threads all formed and molded to make it look so beautiful. Just amazing. And it was huge, too.
These I thought were just interesting. I love the colors of the hands... and the fact... that they're hands. interesting sculpture, and these were next to the giant glass ball. Those two were also on the quick photos, so I know nothing about them. :'( The part of me that loves info is crying!
These were actually for sale, but I thought that they were so pretty that I had to take a picture. So I did. :)
This is Valerie on the boat, on the Erie Canal. I do have info about the Erie Canal. (YES!) So be warned, this might go on quite a bit. (My great... great great? grandpa came on one. Or maybe it was my uncle. And maybe it was just my great great... I forget. :P )The Erie canal runs for approximately 363 miles. It runs from Albany, on the Hudson, to Buffalo on Lake Erie. In case you don't know, Albany is the capital of New York, and Erie is in Pennsylvania. That's a long ways. It's about 8-10 feet deep, and... I don't know how wide. But the impressive thing is that the entire canal was dug by hand. It was an easy way for Immigrants to get work. And fast. It was hard labor, and many MANY people died, but they did it. They dug a 363 mile, working canal. There are tow paths on either side of the canal. They used to be used for mules (a cross between a donkey and horse- if it's a girl it's called a jenny. (another fun fact: A jenny can't have foals.)) to pull the barges up the river. Because there is virtually no current, this used to be a necessity. Now days the tow paths are paved over and are biking/walking/jogging paths. (But that's why it's called a "tow path".) The canal isn't really used for commercial use anymore, according to my uncle Harvey. It's mostly recreational.
I had another photo, but it disappeared. And blogger made this underlined. Why is this underlined? Blogger doesn't let me do underlines. What is up with this?
This is me (on the left, duh) back at the lake. They have these amazing water cannons, and it was the great joy of all involved to shoot at everyone who wore a swimsuit. This is my grandpa and I having a fight. Val took these pictures, so lets all give her a hand for her epic photographical (I know it's not a word, but whatever) skills. *claps*
Then we headed back, after many MANY days of in New York. We ended up going through (sorta) Chicago on our way back. This was one of the bridges on the sky way, up there ^. It was quite dramatic- dark bridge, it was darkish out (though you can't see it) with A LOT of lights. :)
Skyline of Chicago.. if you look on the far left you can see the sears- cross that, the Willis tower. (Bleh. What kind of name is "Willis tower"? I know it won't matter in a couple of years, and everyone will forget it's the "Sears" tower, but I can be indignant while I want to, can't I? After all, it IS the widest known thing in Illinois!)
And then we got home! And a couple days (three, to be exact) later, I posted this! Yay! *claps hands for self*Shout out to my friend! You know who you are, because I have posted that video down there. Bouncy. Sort of countryish. but happy. :)
now, did you enjoy the post of doom?
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